13.6.10

just a quick one here.. i'm coming down the stretch on a final revision of the Frying Spam memoir suggested by a very important agent.. 25,000 words added.. 5,000 cut.. damn.. and i've been at it about 12 hours a day since may the 1st.. my ass is sore.. my back is sore.. my head is sore.. but.. soon i will have very good news.. and thanks for your support..

.:: about me ::.

I'm a slightly ordinary writer, songwriter, & teacher.. fascinated by all things pleasurable and sensuous.. I beat back existential miseries by drinking cabernet copiously.. & on occasion paint nudes, circus tents, & wildflowers.. before my more humanistic pursuits, I lived a monastic life of the catholic kind.. traveled extensively.. & later took up an education in writing, literature, & philosophy.. I currently teach college writing & modern lit & continue shopping my humorous memoirs to the suits on Park Ave.. Nice to know you.. and please share..

.:: about this blog ::.

Here you'll find updates on my adventures in landing a book deal for FRYING SPAM, my bizarre yet wildly humorous memoirs of a pentecostal preacher's kid abused by spam sandwiches & the color red.. follow along with me in near real time as I post snippets of my publishing journey..

.:: about frying spam ::.

Frying Spam and Other Things to do Before the Rapture is a memoir of a Pentecostal preacher’s kid growing up in a Pennsylvania steel town. Each chapter explores a formative humorous experience—from my kindergarten infatuation with Denise the pirate, to a pubescent French kiss lesson on a hayride with Jane, a hell-bound sinner. Narrated in the playful voice of a boy, these thirteen narratives embrace the oddities of my Christian Fundamentalist family and my curiosity for everything they said could send me to a lake of fire.

Frying Spam reveals a child fascinated by speaking in tongues, the butchery of a Quaker goat, the exorcism of a gay demon, and the impending doom and disaster of the rapture. In “Our Side,” I help Dad erect a wall between us and our Catholic neighbors. This chapter had its genesis during my graduate studies in creative non-fiction with Thomas E. Kennedy at Fairleigh Dickinson University. Other ideas, for the chapters titled “Fetch the Fowl,” and “Spam Sandwiches and the Color Red,” came to be while earning a BA in Philosophy and English. Click below for a read and a laugh.